. St. Nicholas [serial] . ters, except the cross on its top. When we came down we found that we could notvisit the Sistine Chapel because the Pope was holdingservice there. A Dominican monk had told us to go toMonsignor Bislette if we wished to see the Pope, andmention that he sent us, as the Dominicans have greatinfluence at the Vatican. Monsignor Bislettes secretarywas in his office. When we asked if we could see thePope, he said it was impossible; but when we told hima Dominican had sent us, he said, Here are the tickets ;go in at once. We hurried along, the gorgeous SwissGuards pointing ou
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ters, except the cross on its top. When we came down we found that we could notvisit the Sistine Chapel because the Pope was holdingservice there. A Dominican monk had told us to go toMonsignor Bislette if we wished to see the Pope, andmention that he sent us, as the Dominicans have greatinfluence at the Vatican. Monsignor Bislettes secretarywas in his office. When we asked if we could see thePope, he said it was impossible; but when we told hima Dominican had sent us, he said, Here are the tickets ;go in at once. We hurried along, the gorgeous SwissGuards pointing out the way, to the Hall of Benedic-tion. The Pope was carried slowly in the papal chairon the shoulders of six men to the throne at the end ofthe hall, where he held an audience. We could see himbeautifully as he stood up in the chair and lifted his handin blessing. In the afternoon we heard that the King, Queen, andthe Duke of Aosta would pass the Gate of San Giovanni,returning from the races. We took a carriage and drove. A SUMMER SNAP-SHOT. BY CAROLYN PUTNAM, AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE.) 1902.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. I043 to the gate. First came a great many splendid courtcarriages and noisy automobiles. Then came the Kingand Queen, sitting on the back seat of a victoria, withthe Duke facing them. Their livery was simple, and theoutriders were on bicycles. And so with shouts of Viva il re! closed thiswonderful day of our Italian journey. OVER THE HILLS. BY FRANCES PAINE (AGE 10).{Silver Badge.)Over the hills and far belowWhere sparkling streamlets swiftly flow,Where flowers bend their pretty heads. To see their image in its beds,On a starlight nightWhen the moon shines brightThe fairies laugh and dance and never will theyCome out by day,Oh, no, indeed!They hide in the reedTill the sunlight goes away.
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